overpowered, they can't touch this We'll party no quest', protest show just the slums corruptest So pump this, bump this, pump this if you want this
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's most important is to remember this Women and men are pissed. When they kiss they exchange spit that is venomous Most of it is affection-less and the
us and you will see This, our town of Halloween [PUMPKIN PATCH CHORUS] This is Halloween, this is Halloween Pumpkins scream in the dead of night [GHOSTS] This is
shake This century is ending It's your last chance to dance to rock 'n' roll Diamond Light - turn on, turn on your light Diamond Light Boogie is sparklin
y'all are shocked that I've lasted But Blastmaster is a subtitle, KRS-One is more vital And more lethal and more vicious As the suckers always say, "He just dissed us
that this year we're gonna take the boogie woogie choo choo train Santa Claus is comin' Santa Claus is comin' Santa Claus is comin' in a boogie woogie
you will see This, our town of Halloween PUMPKIN PATCH CHORUS This is Halloween, this is Halloween Pumpkins scream in the dead of night GHOSTS This is
was playin, while I was standin on a corner, tryna make some money man But then the dayz of, the dayz of The freaky tale, and to sharp And this is were
out rick dougy got ya back wit dat funky beat box shit fat fat fat bois and curtis came out wit da these r da brains is ya feelin me nigga is ya feelin
The captain touched his swagger stick Up to his golden eye And boogied through the vestibule While bidding us goodbye The enemy surrounds us And our spirits
behave, so get buck, get boogie, get wild, get naughty We the thugs out of hell and he sent us to party Lord Infamous plus the Three 6 are pumpin' in my blood Tear this
see That this Too Phat and Warren G Verse 3 (Malique) Wassalam Warren We thank you for the bit Now the three of us together Regulating this hit We banging this
you feeling my spot Why you niggas getting mad at us, we shit on your floors All in your house nigga, our strategies is different from yours Listen, you
every puddle My little walkers connected and.... I shout grate the biscuits Grip the slip and repeat it Baby boys in the puddle And mothers sent us to pen again This is